Day three: hurt me a little, love me more - pt 1

2019, March 26th

Zoey stormed out of the restaurant and onto the street. She didn't know how she kept getting into situations with Aaron that allowed him to make her angry. Feeling the skin tight, strapless little black dress, pulling up against her thighs, Zoey kept pulling the dress down, only to have to pull it back up. To add insult to injury, the dress had a zipper in the front that went all the way down.

"Where is she?" Aaron asked, answering his phone as he left the restaurant five minutes later.

"About to have a surprise visitor," said Cassandra, as she watched Zoey storm down the streets of Paris in 9-inch heel boots.

"That didn't take him long, did it?"

"You really went all out. No wonder she stormed out."

"Isn't that the point of a honey trap?"

"She looks like a hooker."

"Yeah, a really, really hot one."

"Did you at least get something?"

"Yeah, talk back at the hotel."

Zoey had been walking for about five minutes when she was pulled into an alleyway.

"Reckless woman, what a